Personal Reflection – Ophelia
And deliver’d onto us the lustful passions without a quiet sleep,
With unfeigned heart, I ought have taken heed of father’s words
“Or lose your heart, or chaste treasure open,
Thy madness strives for conquest in my breast,
For greatest are the torments our own hell provides.
When thou took me by the wrist, in thy eye one thing,
Dissuaded me from my vow, the black son of hell,
With no apparent direction. Oh, why did I not know?
Thou art fairer than darkness and more cunning,
My damned ...